Reassigned FChapter 3 Physiological
When Jen Blake’s alarm woke her, David’s arm was draped over her. That was fine, a luxury even in warmer weather. His erection was pressed against her, which wasn’t so fine. Although David might not have any work deadlines, this was Sunday morning and she had to lead a service in a few hours. Since he didn’t do anything, though, she didn’t say anything. She hit the alarm, lifted his arm, and went to run her bath while he slept in. His alarm sounded while she was drying off. She abandoned...